The ides of March. I didn’t realize when I started how hard this project was going to be. I figured I’d just snap a pic occasionally, pick my favorite, post it and tad-ah a blog. Sometimes taking that pic is hard. I’m a busy lady. I have 3 kids and a part-time job and all the normal life stuff. It’s rush, rush, rush. Take this kid here and that one there. Did I mention I’m also a single parent. So it all falls on me.

I’ve started questioning the wisdom of adding another commitment to my life. But this commitment is mine. I am not doing it for someone else; I am doing it for me and it feeds my soul. I spend a lot of my day looking up to the sky. Sometimes it’s in awe and wonder. Sometimes it’s in desperation, looking for answers. No matter my reason I always look back down with a bit of peace, even on the gray rainy days.

I wrote this on the 15th and I will post it a week later. But that’s OK because the sentiment is the same. I’ve been taking pictures. I try for every day, but that doesn’t always happen. Some days I only get one and other days I take many more. So for those days I miss I usually have another photo to share. So for the 15th I don’t have a picture. So here’s from one of my more bountiful days.